thoughts that wouldn’t choose to think of themselves again

By | 24 July 2007
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that i didn't realise

that you didn't realise

did you realise this

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and letting go of your hand
i realised
that you had no hand

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i never realised
how difficult it would be
to register sleep as a colour

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what you have to realise is
that when i said i was lying
i imagined avoiding the only vowel in truth

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it won't take us long to realise
that where we are standing
is on one rib in a very big hole

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there is resigned delight
when you finally realise
just how good at reverse parking death is

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in all the years i've been coming here
no one has actually realised
that i've been coming here

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it's about time we realised
that the poles of this earth
are stuck to either end of a giant paperclip

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without realising it
you've been tricked into realising this all along
and i've only just realised what this is

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Nathan Shepherdson is the author of four books of poetry. His next title, the day the artists stood still (vol 1.), published by Another Lost Shark, will be launched at the Queensland Poetry Festival in August, 2013.

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